Drama Of Pheromones

Dear diary...

I first realized I loved the bodies natural odour when

I went to see the great musical Hair at the Hippodrome

Bristol in 1970.

 

I knew from my own experience in amateur dramatics

that a lot of sweat, tears and emotions went into

singing, dancing and learning lines, all that exhaustive

energy would cause the bodies natural glands to sweat

profusely, along with the stage makeup that would melt

under the lights.

 

It was during the performance that the actors came

down off the stage and started dancing amongst the

audience. One of the actors, this gorgeous hippy guy

with long brown hair and the sexiest face this teenager

had ever seen, came and sat on my lap...boy was I in

seventh heaven? Oh! Yes.

 

The guy had a radiance even off stage, wearing denim

flairs, a jacket that was covered in feathers, they were

also adorning his long wild hair. He'd created a fantasy

in this sixteen year old's imagination.

 

Of course I wouldn't have shared my reverie with

anyone at the time. This was my own private, crazy

pipe dream, of leaving my seat and running up on to

the stage to sing and dance, where I'd become part of

an amazing experience. In my head I'd perform every

night and be taken under the wing of this beautiful guy,

going on some wild adventure. But of course I was

totally out of their league, even though I had a taste for

acting, it was never to be.

 

Back to reality, by the time I got myself together he'd

kissed my cheek and one of the brownish feathers

landed on me, I was trembling with excitement after

the peck on my cheek. It all happened so quickly, but

his body odour remained on the feather, I just kept

sniffing the feather for the rest of the evening, while

being as inconspicuous as possible

 

After the performance I managed to get two

autographs, but the signitures are not decipherable.

Also when I got home I placed the feather in a small

blue box and still have it to this day, but sadly have no

idea where the box is, I know it's somewhere in the

house, but at least the autographs are still here, so it's

not all bad.

 

It has to be said that those days of that musical Hair

and the hippies of the 60s with flowers, bells, peace

and love, along with some amazing music, filled my

life with so much pleasure, freaking out and beautiful

people...they'll stay with me forever.